When it comes to fandom, there appears to be two very distinct groups — the ones who feel their team can do nothing wrong regardless of the situation and the ones who take a little more of a critical look at things.
The former would be homers. The latter would be where I’d like to think I fall, especially when it comes to all things Green Bay Packers.
Certainly, with the team dominating discussions around these parts at the moment, there’s no doubt I’m as “into” watching that team as anyone.
But one thing I’m not is a homer. Well, maybe a recovering homer, but I’ve come a long way. In fact, if you ask many of my friends, they would say I’m the anti-homer, a “negative Nancy” as it were.
What can I say? I don’t see things through green and gold glasses. I’m one to take a look at a situation, evaluate it and come to a conclusion. If that makes me an anti-homer, I stand guilty as charged, your honor.
Leading to Sunday’s wild card game with the Giants, I was engaged in some friendly debate on social media (sure seems like the only way we communicate these days, isn’t it? What happened to using the phone to actually make a call?).
But I digress.
Because of the interest in the game, that seemed to be the topic of the day — and many of my “homer-ish” friends are certain this Green Bay team is the greatest thing since sliced bread or melted butter.
So when I stuck my nose into the discussion to give them a little of my own insight, the blasting ensued.
Here’s my take on this Green Bay team: there isn’t a doubt in the world that No. 12 is playing at an extremely high level. Even with a horrible first half, he quickly found his mojo.
The defense, which was the focus of much of the discussions, actually played surprisingly well. It didn’t hurt that one of the Giants’ big guns, Odell Beckham Jr., appeared to still be partying in Florida rather than playing in Green Bay, but the facts are that Green Bay’s secondary seemed to hold up.
They proved me wrong, and that’s a great thing. I’m not quite ready for the season to come to an end, and with an odd Sunday off this week, I’ll actually be able to enjoy a game instead of trying to get the occasional peek at the television that sits in the corner of the newsroom.
I’m sure this week with an even bigger challenge in Dallas looming, there will be plenty more discussions on Facebook, Twitter and the like.
And I’m also sure I’ll engage in some of those. Just don’t expect me to be anything but realistic.
I’m no homer and proud of it.
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